The Don's Property のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ELARA POV A sledgehammer of pain strikes the inside of my skull as I force my eyelids apart, squinting against the gray shadow and harsh, flickering light. The air tastes like rust with the sharp, chemical bite of gasoline.My eyes dart around in frantic, flickering through wrecked cars that tell me I’m likely in a garage.I try to lunge forward, but my body jerks back. The chair I’m on screeches, and the rough hemp bites into my wrists and ankles. Panic truly flares when I feel the thick strap dig tight across my stomach.My heart stops. I instinctively strain against the ropes, trying to create space between the leather and my lower belly. Please. Not this tight. Don’t hurt the baby.I blink rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my eyes until a silhouette leaning against the wall a short distance from me sharpens into focus. And that person is—“Gianna?” The name scrapes out of my dry throat, sounding like a question. My brain stutters, memory of how she hit something hard on my he

ELARA POVThe first thing to return is pain.A dull, throbbing ache that seems to pulse in time with my own heartbeat, radiating from my ribs and settling deep in my skull. I force my eyes open, but the light in the room stings, making me wince. I blink rapidly, waiting for the blur to resolve into shapes. I’m not on the cold concrete floor anymore. I’m not tied to a chair. I’m on something soft.White wall assaults my eyes as I try to move, but I’m stopped by a deep, familiar voice that wraps around me like a warm blanket, triggering a memory I can’t quite grasp."Stay still, uccellina."Large, warm arms blanket around me and the contact sends a jolt through me that clears my vision enough to see him.Nero looks terrible. His dress shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal inked forearms tense with strain. There’s a shadow of stubble on his jaw that wasn't there before, and his dark eyes that are usually so cold and calculated are rimmed with red, and filled with

NERO POVI have been torturing Carlo Graco for days now. I start in the morning. When I see that his life is teetering and he is finally about to give up, I stop. I patch him up just enough to survive the night, and then the cycle continues.I have already castrated him. His fingers have been reduced to useless stumps, and he is rocking back and forth, covered in jagged stitches and slashes.Yet, I still don’t feel satisfied. It’s like an insatiable gaping hole is inside me, screaming for more. When I decide that I want to end his miserable life, one look at him makes everything come rushing back. The two times I have lost something precious was solely because of him. All because of him. I’m this monster because of him. Dipping my hands into this life of crime was so easy because I knew that was the only way to get powerful enough to carry out my revenge against him.But right now, even doing this doesn’t bring me profound satisfaction. Still, I keep coming back to it like opium.“Rea

ELARA POVTWO MONTHS LATERChloe’s scream rings deep inside my skull, vibrating against the headache that has been brewing all day. Spending all day in classes have been had enough, I have to come home to this."No! I want Uncle Nero!""He isn’t available, Chloe," I say, my voice teetering on the edge of losing its cool. "I have said that a hundred times." But she wouldn’t listen to me"No!" She starts sobbing again, burying her face in the pillow. "Just Uncle Nero. Only him."I scrub my hands over my face, frustrated. It’s been two months. Two months of awkward reunions with my mother and step-siblings who barely tolerate me. Two months of staying clear of my father too. But harder than that, it’s been two months of Nero.I thought he would leave after I rejected him. instead, he has become... indispensable. He brings my cravings before I even ask. He sits through every doctor's appointment. He sat by Chloe’s bedside for her entire surgery and recovery.And now, he has read to her ev

ELARA POV“What about this one?” my mother asks me, pushing her phone to my face.I tilt my head, already over this. Besides it’s been enough. After Nero dropped me off at her place like two hours ago, my mother and I have been going through an online shopping website, and adding several clothes for babies to her cart. “Isn’t this a little too…” I let my voice trail off. The pink sparkly dress on the screen definitely looks like a three-year old dress which an unborn child doesn’t need.“It’s so beautiful. We should probably buy it.” My mom adds it to the cart before I can voice out my opinion. I don’t even understand why she wants me here in the first place when she doesn’t even listen to me.“Of course,” I whisper, slowly leaning my back against the back of the couch. Crap, I can already feel the ache throbbing the back of my head.I stare at my mother as she continues to stroll through her phone with animated look on her face. Sometimes it still feels uncanny staring at her becau